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In the morning with light so low
the day begins as shelds her skin
In the of the long dark past,
I'm to see the light.
Through drunken and spinning scenes,
the lifting of weight God's freedom brings.
Till genius awakes hungover snakes
and the dreams one more.
from bed to floor.

Sometime, somewhere just when you it couldn't get any worse,
it'll hit you unaware and you
it sure as hell ain't get any better.
So into the radio and listen to the words we say.
it's gonna get far worse before it better.
Tune into the T.V. show, when we will appear to you the way.
So turn your heads to the skies above,
give sore eyes a sight.
When of heavenly Angels takes homeward to the Promised Land.
And the did align in nineteen ninety-nine.
We're getting for the moment to shine.
luck, star-struck.

On the front of the storm we be born,
the red and the blue and the white,
these angels will flight.

flight with wings and songs to sing.

Just a ranch hand in a Texas rock band,
trying to God's masterplan.

When the Lord said "Son! the world before it explodes,
the glory of the Crossroads."
I said "Lord I you a deal;
I will if you give me a smash hit so I can a 'city on a hill'."
And He "Son! I will if you will."
I said 'My Lord' it's a deal."

Waiting to hit with wings,
waiting to hit with to sing,
waiting to hit the screen,
to hit the scene.

So we the grand conclusion when the receives its retribution.
On the eve of our destruction, at the edge looking over.
Waiting to hit the stage at such a golden and tender age,
shot forth out of the miry clay all the corners along th way.
Born in a manger covered in after-birth her for all she's worth,
with stars above, lone star below, the earth a star is born.